Lorn could see the haze of lanterns far ahead. He must be close. His nose smelt all a meaning of earthly vices, sweet, savory, homely. It all struck the orc like a broadside as he loped down the road, axe on shouldered and knapsack slung aside. He needed sustance for his travels, he knew that much. He recked of road travels and needed a inn too, perhaps a chatty barmaid to flirt the evening away too. He dreamed for a brief moment before sullenly sneaking into the main entrance with a group or dwarven adventures. Something of a dragon and and a horde, but he didnt bother, no he sought the bar. A strong drink would do him well he thought.

		The corner of his eye spotted a tiny hooded figure near the barstool feet. He glanced down, curious, before an auburn minx entered his vision. She offered drink, respite, lodging, but no work particularly. He accepted what he was given, ale, of the strong sort. A large mug appeared. and Lorn once again sought his desires. 

		"[color=82ca9d]I seek work. I know many places. and tis axe isn't... particular. What novelties enter this hearth? [/color]" he guttural spat, orcishly with revel to the tasty drink that seeped between his tusks.